Music Week (Day 7)

April 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

Whew, my last day of Music Week is finally here!!

I tried to mix it up and put some of the songs I like from different genres. I’ll refrain from calling them my favourites because I’m in love with tooooooo many songs to give that title to these seven. I’m definitely in-like with them though. And I didn’t go down the Tupac road, because I might have just ended up with Music Year 🙂

I like being exposed to new music so feel free to post/email me suggestions or links or whatever, yeah?

Today’s song represents what hip hop means to me. Maybe not literally because I can’t honestly say that I ‘grew up’ with hip hop, or it was my saving grace or whatever BUT, and this is a big but (he he), the lyrics, the story, the creativity, the double entendres, the emotions, THAT’s what hip hop is to me. Not the meaningless shit you hear from every tom, dick and harry who thinks he’s cool because he incessantly repeats the word nigga and talks about money and bitches and pussy (though we all know quite a number of them aren’t exactly what we’d call straight). And being ‘gangsta’. Shudder. To me, hip hop has to have actual meaning to qualify as hip hop. It’s basically poetry set to a beat. And I don’t think hip hop lovers are restricted any one group. True music should move you regardless of your usual preferences and what you like to get down to on the dance floor or whatev, because real music speaks to your soul and isn’t dependent on language, or style, or upbringing, or class, or anything as superficial as that. Yeah, okay, semi-rant? Done.

I’m posting 2 videos to the song. The first is the ordinary (but still lovely) video that is generally played, and the second is the one with Erykah Badu’s rap and is the version I prefer, although it refuses to play on wordpress. So yeah.

Oh, and in case you’re not reading the lyrics while listening to the song – the yellow is Erykah, the red is Common. And the orange, of course, is Ms. Badu’s rap. And for some reason WP won’t let me double space my writing, so that’s why the verses are like all over the place – at least the different alignments allows there to be some sort of demarcation.

Music Week? CHECK! 🙂

LOVE OF MY LIFE (ODE TO HIP HOP)

Erykah Badu featuring Common

I met him when I was a little girl

He gave me poetry and he was my first

But in my heart I knew, I wasn’t the only one

‘Cause when the tables turned he had to break up

Whenever I got lonely, needed some advice

He gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice

That is all behind me,

‘Cause now there is no other

My love is his, and his is mine

My friend became my…

Love of my life, you are my friend

Love of my life, I can depend

Love of my life, without you baby

Feels like I sampled true love

Well my name is Apples and I rock your world

I’m also known as the Gucci girl

Well, I’m super-cute and plenty bad

30-26-36 and a half

I hope that you will realize

I got the hazel eyes that’ll hypnotize

And knock you to your knees

Make you eat cheese

You’ll be so helpless you’ll be beggin’ me please

A freak, freak y’all and you don’t stop

To the beat y’all and you don’t stop

A freak, freak

Oh, could it be that it was all just so simple then?

A teenage love but you said, “He’s just a friend.”

He moved around and we kept in touch through his friend Mike

The world was young and we knew we couldn’t rush

But whenever I got lonely, or needed some advice

He gave me his shoulder, his words were very nice

That is all behind me

‘Cause now there is no other

My love is his, and his is mine

My friend became my…

Love of my life, you are my friend

Love of my life, on you I can depend

Love of my life, without you baby

Feels like I sampled true love, yeah

Mission and clear

Y’all know how I met her –

We broke up and got back together

To get her back, I had to sweat her

Thought she rolled with bad boys forever

In many ways them boys made it better

To grow, I had to let her

She needed cheddar, and I understood that

Looking for cheese, that don’t make her a hood rat

In fact she’s a queen to me, her light beams on me

I love it when she sings to me

It’s like that and uh

You know you rock my world

You be boy, and I be girl

It don’t stop until the break of dawn

And it don’t stop, cuz it can’t quit, cuz it can’t wait


and the one with the short rap


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Music Week (Day 4)

March 2, 2011 § 4 Comments

I love angels. There’s just something about them… I tend to refrain from discussing my religious beliefs because it always seems like there’s SO much and SO little at the same time, you know? Like I frequently feel like bursting out and discussing all my various religious/spiritual ‘revelations’ with anyone close enough to listen (and at every stage of my ‘awakening’, I’m always absolutely sure of what I believe); but I’m also a complete devotee to the ‘meh, we’re all probably right’ school of thought. And so, I also just want to shut up and let everyone be.

Back to the point. I love angels. The whole ‘fearfully, wonderfully made’ thing, plus the battle of whether they’re beasts/sweet lil’ things will always fascinate me. I have 2 guardian angels – Maurice and Nathaniel. That’s not a question or a maybe, it’s a fact. I have 2 guardian angels. And I love them.

Anywaaaaay, the whole aim of this –> I heart this song:

 

ANGELS

Robbie Williams

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate?
Do they know the places where we go
When we’re gray and old?
‘Cause I’ve been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold

So when I’m lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I’m loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I’m right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won’t break me
When I come to call, she won’t forsake me
I’m loving angels instead

When I’m feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I’ll always be blessed with love

And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I’m loving angels instead


Angels by Robbie Williams

Angels (Robbie Williams song)

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Music Week (Day 3)

February 22, 2011 § 4 Comments

So I’m going to cheat a little today. Obviously, it’s no longer the same week that I originally started Music Week in. But for once I want to finish something I’ve started, so I’m not going to post anything else until I’m done with all seven days regardless of however long it takes me in reality.

I’m also cheating today because I am not writing the lyrics to a song, but the words to a spoken word piece. But in reality, there’s no real difference, it’s all poetry. I think I have the words right (feel completely free to correct me) but obviously I’m not really sure of the most appropriate method to punctuate it when it’s written down. Sorry about that 🙂

SMOKE

Imani Woomera

Its beauty is announced as I…

Exhale

Reminding me of the movements of an exotic dancer

Gracefully curving and circulating the space and objects

I…

Imagine it representing myself


Therapeutic and ancient

It rests in the live cells of a tree

Waiting patiently to be released by the kiss of a flame

That existed long before it had been given a name

And after all that time it remains not the same –

Sadly it had to go through some catastrophic change


Now it circulates the air everywhere

Smoke polluted by cars in squares

I can smell it being burned over there

By those folks in those chairs

And we can’t seem to get a breath of fresh air anywhere


Smoke is symbolic

Its marking is evident

It’s ability to represent is simply magnificent

Burning as incense and using sacraments

But…

I see these beautiful people’s lips

Puffing upon white cancer sticks

And our precious breathing lungs absorb the tar-filled smoke like a sponge

And it spreads out out attack children and everyone

Rotten lungs…

Rotten lungs


Air is essential

Its cleanliness is fundamental

Its importance is undeniable

Its abuse is unjustifiable

And all this smoke is making breathing unbearable

And all that it affects is unexplainable


But I ask if you could take a look inside

And see exactly what it’s doing to your anatomy

Would you continue to pay $3.50 for a box of captivity?

‘Cuz they keep you addicted faithfully

Only for them to gain financially

Don’t you see?

Or are you unconsciously contributing to a destructive reality?

Saying,

“It’s okay, it’s only me

This is how I choose to be

It helps me deal with my reality

I’m going through changes

Just let me be

Leave me…

Alone.”


Listen, I know you’re not proud

Your head is in a smoky cloud

But I gotta say it out loud

Get. It. Together.

Cigarette smoking is far from clever

It’s nasty for your health, your breath and for your long-time pleasure

Imagine being 50 years old

And having emphysema or lung cancer

And still smoking those sticks

Through the hole that they cut in your neck

Can’t even catch your breath

Can’t even have sex

So outta shape, no muscles to flex

Put that butt out and give it a rest

Plus why you so concerned about how you look on the outside

When you’re deteriorating your insides?

Inhaling that poison through your mouth

But toning up your hips and thighs?

What’s wrong with your eyes?

You’re not blind but you can’t see

Inhaling that shit obliviously?


Obviously you need to

Get

It

Together

Smoke by Imani

If you’ve never heard of her, or had the opportunity to listen to one of her pieces, there are links throughout this post to her various sites, etc. It’s all really good stuff – I highly recommend that you check it out.

Goddess of Love

August 13, 2010 § 5 Comments

When i am sitting at the door of a tavern,

I, Ishtar, the goddess,

Am prostitute, mother, wife, divinity.

I am what people call life,

Although you call it death.

I am what people call Law,

Although you call it Deliquency.

I am what you seek

And what you find.

I am what you scattered

And the pieces you now gather up.

Ancient lyrics to Ishtar, the Mesopotamian Goddess of Love

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Hymn To Isis

August 12, 2010 § Leave a comment

for i am the first and the last

i am the venerated and the despised

i am the prostitute and the saint

i am the wife and the virgin

i am the mother and the daughter

i am the arms of my mother

i am barren and my children are many

i am the married woman and the spinster

i am the woman who gives birth and she who never procreated

i am the consolation for the pain of birth

i am the wife and the husband

and it was my man who created me

i am the mother of my father

i am the sister of my husband

and he is my rejected son

always respect me

for i am the shameful and the magnificent one

hymn to isis, third or fourth century b.c.,

discovered in nag hammadi

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